ᎳᎻᎯᎢ ᎡᎬᎷᎯᏆᎺᎦ.... Part Ꮖ Bang. Bang. Memories of the evening of Isabel's Mother's death were still vivid. The blood. The gun in her father's hand flashing before her eyes. The lifeless body of the person she loved the most. It had felt unrealistic. "This could not be real. This could not be real." Isabel found herself whispering as she paced the floor of her bedroom, tears streaming down her face. Her dad had always been a good man. He worked for The New York Times as an editor and took care of their mother, brother and herself. How could he have done this? Ruin the almost perfect family they had? Isabel grabbed her cell phone and dialed 911. She didn't want to do it, but it was her only choice. "911, What is your emergency?" They lady through the phone asked. "My dad. He, he's shot my mother..." Isabel cried "What is he doing now?" "I...I don't know" "I'll send assistance ASAP" And with that the call ended. What had she done? What will happen to her brother and her? Will they be orphans? The thoughts ran through her mind. Isabel gasped. She had forgotten about her little brother asleep in the room next door. She crept over to the room only to find her dad sitting at the edge of his bed crying. She narrowed her now red, puffy eyes. Her dad looked worn out and filthy. She hadn't took an actual look at him until now and he looked terrible. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She wanted to ask him why he had done such a horrific thing. She wanted to tell him that she hated him and would never forgive him. But the words wouldn't escape. "We have to leave, NOW!" Isabel's dad said grabbing her sleeping brother and taking her hand. "LET GO OF ME!" She screamed pulling away. Isabel dad grimaced and pulled the gun out of his back pocket holding it up to her head. Isabel winced and sucked in her breath. "Now you either come with me, or die. Do you hear me?" He whispered coldly. Isabel nodded slowly. Should I continue? Comment! -
Part ᏆᏆ Decisions... I followed my father as he gathered food and clothing for him my brother and I. He did it all to fast I couldn't keep up, but I had to. He had that gun, and after what he did to my mother lord knows what'ed he do to me. I watched his every move as he hid my mothers lifeless body, and got rid of as much evidence as possible. Where we're the police!?! "Let's go." Said my dad as low as possible as I followed him through the back door. 'No! No! NO!' I though as I followed him unwillingly. He can't do this! He grappled my sleeping brother as he ran into the woods, going deeper and deeper. As we ran it became darker and darker. It was incredibly hard to see. Then it hit me. It was dark and hard to see. I could stop and run back. He wouldn't see me. It was the perfect idea. Wait, what about Cory? My little brother can't stay with that monster! This was the hardest decision i've ever had to make in my life. Stay behind and leave my little brother? Or go along with my dad? As I ran it became farther to run back and he might notice I was gone. So I made my decision. Should I continue? Comment! -